Breakfast in cemetery
Boy tastin' wild cherry
Touch girl, apple blossom
Just a boy playin' possum
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways
What is that cheerful sound?
Rain fallin' on the ground
We'll wear a jolly crown
Buckle up, we're wayward bound
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways
Motorbike to cemetery
Picnic on wild berries
French toast with molasses
Croquet and Baked Alaskas
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways
Cover me with rain
Walk me down the lane
I'll drink from your drain
We will never change
No matter what they say

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General CommentThis, of course, is a cover of a Beat Happening song. Wonderful wordplay in this song, nothing beats "French toast with molasses, croquet and baked Alaskas." This song reminds me of a girl i met when I was working a summer job in a national park. We had a great summer together and I never saw her again.